His erratic breathing reminded him of how low his energy left. He was in his 40s for God's sake, and he did just running from his loft to their home. He swore he could see the stars flying around him already. He really was about to faint.
Everything blurred as he kept running. Probably wasn't just from the exhaustion – but the stress he had. His Kate was at home. His, somehow, dysfunctional family –all of his best friends –they were all at home.
He was popular. He had friends, hell, he had fans. But they were all together for his writing. For business. For his money.
But five years ago, he somehow gifted, blessed, whatever the right name was, a full package. His soon-to-be-wife, the brothers he never had, a comfortable home - What would he do without them?
Two blocks away.
He kept running. He was already at the parking lot when his home exploded. It was thankfully a normal explosion – but big enough to made his balance unstable.
He was still running.
He screamed her name so loud that he could still hear his own voice despite the explosion.
There was another explosion?
He didn't care. He tried to went inside, but then he felt something sharp gone through his leg. Probably some material that was blown up. He grimaced, but he kept moving.
He wasn't running anymore. He wasn't that far to his Kate.
Another explosion. It sounded like a thunder blasted right in front of him.
"Shit," he muttered under his shaky breath. He was a writer. He knew there was a thing called luck – he knew. But three times lucky?! Was he kidding himself?!
He stopped running and then searched for his phone.
He had to use his special relationship with the mayor. Because no – he couldn't lose her, not this way.
1-3-5.
Please.
Please.
"With Alex Rud-"
A small hope rose on him – maybe they weren't too late after all – maybe he could still saw his Kate breathing. This Alex guy was a good friend of him. He was Bob's personal bodyguard.
"Richard Castle on the line. Can you connect me to the mayor?"
"Mr. Castle! How are you? The mayor isn't here right now."
Shit.
"Alex, please." He wiped the tears that were falling from his eyes.
Oh, he was crying?
"He's in a very secured meeting with someone we couldn't name who. Is everything alright?!"
Is everything alright? How could he ask something like that when his Kate is probably not breathing right now?
"Do you have no TV at where you at?!" His voice was one and a half octave than he wanted it to be. He took another breath to calm himself.
"Look, Alex, I'm sorry, ok. The 12th has been bombed…" he tried to remember everything, "…three times. Detective Beckett and her team were all in there. Please send someone. Please. Please-"
There was a break.
"Alex-"
"Mr. Castle, helps are on their way but you need to be patient, the medical team and the FBI are coming. Are you hurt?"
"The FBI?"
He didn't need another outsider. Anyway, why no cops? FBI didn't help much when Alexis got kidnapped – they didn't try as hard as the cops.
"Listen, your precinct isn't the only one who has been bombed. We're out of help. We need them."
Soooo I don't know if this actually make senses. I was just trying to write something new. Should I continue? No? Opinions would be appreciated. (English isn't my mother-language)
